So, I'm laying in the sack this morning about 5 am. Wifie has left for Seattle to spend her week
at the clinic leaving me to tend to the Farm.
About that time I hear "boom boom boom" and then another dozen booms.....
fuggin' duck hunters, I think.
But this time it's really loud.
I look out the window and my Horses are franticly running the fence line in a panic.
I pull on some pants and run out on the porch and see three guys back in the middle of my pasture just
shooting like it was some kind of war.
They had dogs and were being tasked to "go fuggin get um" by these guys at the top of their lungs...Nice!
Since I could hear them, I assumed they could hear me and yelled to get off of my property.

They completely ignored me and kept on shooting. Ear plugs maybe?

"That does it", I thought and and called 911.
The operator asks me if I have posted "no hunting".
"Yes" I reply and add that the property is also fenced.

So, 10 minutes later the Sheriff arrives and by this time they have moved over to the neighbors property
and are blasting away.
Sheriff again asks me what direction they are shooting and just as I'm about to answer we here
pop pop pop....and more pop pop and quack quack quack ..."go fuggin' get um" and then
splat splat splat....what the....splat.....the Sheriff yells "run for the house" and a bunch of buck shot falls all around
us hitting me and the Sheriff.
Didn't hurt but I'm glad I wasn't looking up.

The guy says, "that's enough of that $hit" "that's reckless endangerment" and tells me to go in the house and heads down the dike road which is the only access to the back fields.
Now I'm looking from the second story with some field glasses and there's two cruisers parked on the dike road and the cops are talking to the two hunters.

And thats why we don't allow hunting on our property.
Dumb red necks.....

DT